Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Oh, It's Really Happening
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Usually, tournaments don't start right away just because someone announces them.
They were being held on a fairly large scale, so there needed to be time for preparations beforehand.
Promoting it to people.
Recruiting players.
Setting up the broadcast.
All that prep time.
But Yura, surprisingly, announced it would be held three days from now.
It was a lightning-fast decision, brushing off any controversy before it could catch fire—she clearly just wanted to grab some killer broadcast angles and bail.
Breaking: Yura in 3 days...
Announces tournament with broadcast rules on the line
She's dodging controversy like this
Right when it was about to blow up over dictatorship, she sets it all ablaze herself
Checking it out, the community was already ablaze with this news.
Yura was a fairly well-known mid-tier streamer.
Her bold moves were more than enough to set the community on fire.
Normally, I'd jump right in too.
But unfortunately, I had a bit too much on my plate today.
"Gaming consoles these days even have features like this."
I fiddled with the console.
The community window vanished in an instant.
And what remained was the screen that appears when you first boot up the game.
I was starting League of Worlds for the first time.
Which meant I needed to do the initial setup first.
Simply enter a nickname and ID.
Then proceed with identity verification.
Modern games all refuse to tolerate alternate accounts.
They demand one account per person, so verification is mandatory.
Ugh, all my personal info's getting scraped.
After going through a few steps...
Finally, I could start the game.
And my vision shifted abruptly.
As you could tell from needing to set up the gaming gear...
League of Worlds was fundamentally a VR game.
'The civilization here has advanced a ton, huh.'
I'd logged into the virtual reality world.
There was some sense of disconnect, but at this level... it was decent enough.
Pretty solid, all things considered.
'They combined illusion magic with modern tech? Mixed in some mental magic, but it's a bit iffy.'
The brainwave reading felt off, but knowing it was just surface-level, I let it slide.
If you ignored that unpleasant sensation, League of Worlds did a pretty good job with VR.
As I mentioned before, the reason League of Worlds is so popular is because it's made to mimic reality as closely as possible.
Now, here's the thing.
Why make this game so similar to reality?
Just for hype?
Sure, that's part of it, but in my eyes, League of Worlds was a game designed to naturally train hunters.
It was obvious from the combat skills you gained through the game.
Take this, for example.
The message that pops up right after logging into League of Worlds.
This isn't about creating a character—it's about customizing an existing one.
And...
That character was...
'So that's how it is.'
It was me.
Illusions work best when there's no difference from reality.
Simple logic.
When you compare a real apple you can see versus an illusory winged centipede you can't...
Which is easier to fall for?
Obviously the apple.
Being real means blending seamlessly with reality.
And that implies...
Combat experience here could help in real battles later.
"Of all bodies, why this one..."
I looked at my character in front of me.
Oddly, the character wasn't my current self.
Tall stature.
Decent looks.
Fair skin contrasting with all sorts of scars.
A young man who clearly lived a rough life, at a glance.
No matter how you sliced it, this wasn't an 8-year-old boy.
It was me from my previous life.
"I haven't fully adapted to this body yet, huh."
Eight years had passed, but my mind still lingered there.
Even traces of the life before that seeped in.
The base was definitely my previous life.
But mixed with bits from the one before and this one.
The body felt subtly altered, but no disconnect.
It made sense.
This illusion perfectly reflected my current self.
I manipulated the character with my finger.
"Is this how you customize the character?"
Not much to change.
Eye color, skin tone.
Hair style, maybe.
Otherwise, just accessories?
But even those tweaks drastically altered impressions.
No wonder Yura showed her full character and didn't get doxxed.
A single mole can change a face completely.
Now imagine changing clothes, skin tone, etc.
Same person looks totally different.
I respect all of myself.
So, no changes.
Not laziness, absolutely.
Anyway.
Finished initial setup.
I hit start game.
Yura set minimum entry: decent sponsorship,
6+ months streaming or MeetTube subs,
or entry fee.
Level limit: min 15, max 21.
So...
Fresh character me needs to level up.
Alright then.
Shall we play?
The game began.
No tutorial.
I skipped them all.
Tower floor 1.
Dropped bare-handed into a slime-filled room.
No weapons.
No class.
League of Worlds starts you with no class.
Plain and simple: I was jobless.
How to get a class? Simple.
Repeat the same actions multiple times.
Or learn class-related skills.
But right now, no plans for that.
I'd prefer a familiar physical class eventually, but first, something I wanna do at jobless level 0.
Higher levels let you spend points on stats.
But I'm fresh start.
In this state...
"Time to test if my advice holds up."
Verify how well my armchair advice actually works.
* * *
[Hey. Yura! Is your stream okay?]
"Yeah, sis. It's fine..."
Yura was getting an earful from her close older sister streamer.
[Fine my ass! I heard everything. Can't you cancel the tournament even now?]
"Not really."
[Why'd you do something so stupid?]
"But the broadcast angles turned out great, right?"
She grinned, even throwing up a thumbs-up her sis couldn't see.
Dealing with the devil or tightrope walking for the stream.
A true streamer through and through.
[You call that great?!]
But the one Yura called sis couldn't grasp that tightrope mentality.
She was a streamer too, but not the gambling type like Yura.
She built a steady fanbase safely and consistently, so Yura's style was even harder to get.
But what could she do?
Spilled milk.
Unless she cleaned it up herself...
Yura had to handle it.
"Anyway, sis. The reason I called isn't that, but..."
[I know. Asking how to set up the tournament broadcast, right?]
"Sis is so quick on the uptake. You're the best."
[You little... Sigh.]
"Hehe."
[Whatever. Listen up. For broadcast setup, tell your manager and the company will handle it. But there are parts you need to oversee yourself... Too much to explain verbally, so I'll email it later.]
Even while pissed, she shared everything useful, so Yura got what she needed.
"Love you, sis!"
[Save the lip service. Just resolve this. That's why I'm giving you my secret setup tips.]
"Of course! Who do you think I am?"
[Fine. Hanging up.]
"Okay~."
Click.
Call ended.
Yura set down her phone and checked her email right away.
A long message from sis.
Reading it carefully, Yura dove into broadcast prep.
This tournament couldn't drag on.
She'd piled on conditions to cut participants, but still, plenty might qualify.
To filter them at the first stage, Yura refined the rules while prepping the stream.
Once the outline was set...
Yura checked the community for reactions to the tournament.
'Vibe seems okay... Wonder what the responses are like.'
Communities were poison.
But sometimes, you had to drink it.
And...
There, Yura found an unexpected post.
"What's this...?"
Author: Third Life
Title: Advice Verification
"Advice verification?"
A post heating up the real-time best board.